She reaches for her phone and her fingertips graze the underside of mine, sending a spark of… something through the back of my hand. She gasps, her eyes locking with mine, and I know she felt it too. My hand finds itself on her elbow, cupping it, pulling her gently towards me. Her palm lands on my waist, fingers curling around me, and suddenly we’re the only two people on the mountain. I want to pull her even closer, lift her chin, and drop my mouth to hers. I want to know what she tastes like, what her hair smells like, whether she would make a noise if I tugged on one of those pretty braids.
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